Dear You,
People have been asking when we will finally get together. I laugh at them but in truth I don't know. I don't know we will get together. They say it as a joke because we are so close. Is it weird to think that we are perfect for each other? I mean, seriously, we get along but we still bicker like best friends. We love each other even if not that way at the moment. You find yourself telling me things you'd never tell anyone.
We've always loved hanging out because you always create some kind of memory by doing something. I love how you can go from really serious and being that therapist to being a maniac in less than a minute. Though, sometimes it gets really annoying because I'm trying to be serious about something and you're not behaving. It feels like I have to talk to a child. You're the biggest kid at heart but sometimes I don't know how you grew up so fast.
I kept asking you one question, why do you like me? I won't ask it anymore because I know it annoys you but I still wonder why. You just kept saying because you do and that should be enough. I just want to know. Why would you like someone like me? I am probably the most annoying human on the planet except to that one person who thinks I'm perfect but really I'm not in any way sort or form. I love that girl but I'm not perfect haha. You and I both know that. I've messed up so much it's not even real. I know that I can be funny, goofy is more the actual term but you say that I'm funny. You call me gorgeous, no guy has ever called me that. I've been called beautiful by one other guy but I'm pretty sure he just thought I was cute. You call me beautiful and when you say that I feel like you mean me all around not just my face or body. I don't get it though. Am I just the right amount of insane to make you like me? Is it because you trust me? Maybe because I put up with you and your antics. I don't know. Like it's more of you putting up with me. I'm over-reactive and I assume way too much. I'm blonde more than an actual blonde. I'm violent, to a point, and I stare way too much. Seriously, I never would have guessed I'd fall for the bad boy that's trying to be the good boy finally.
It just doesn't make sense to me why you would like me, maybe even love me.
Tell me why,
~Me
